When The Day is Long

Sometimes, when I can’t fight, it all becomes too much.
The day is crushing me, tied down by expectation and requirements.

It’s more than a physical or mental exhaustion.

I hear their thoughts and they are not welcome.

The clock becomes useless, everything stops, when the day is long.

Allow me to float away.


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